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The sun is reering, the city's whitescape can't escape. the bath boils and the baby falls. the red wake is upon us, we cant deny god.
the evening h..
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This is it. Haven't got much time, but i promise to check soon. Idea for a story, its first roots right here. Clothes drying on a tree and boulder. Fi..
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This is in free verse, and i have never done free verse before because none of my writting could even qualify for it. It is called free verse because ..
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Whenever I try to write about catholic characters, it always seems like I hate them. I am an atheist born into a catholic family, and I've tried to di..
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I can't remember when or where I wrote this. Why did I even write this? (by the way, I'm more on the 5'10" side.
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The shadow of (title) always comes back to bite me. Each time, i get a little more used to it.
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Iambic trimeter + 2 tercets + 3 two-lined rhymes = what do you get? This was fun to write!
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I've become obsessed with Shakespeare's writting. It used to be that i couldn't stand it, but now i see how great he is.
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Ok, so I wrote this when i was thinking about a girl, and it is summer. I get easily distracted that way.
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i remember i was walking down the street on a cold midmorning and i saw the clouds of sweet showers upon me. i noticed that there was nobody, absolute..
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